เนื้อเพลง Bullet Wound - Gucci Mane

[Intro:]
Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders...

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gucci Mane the player, millionaire but don't give no care
Tote my pistol anywhere, go to war with a grizzly bear
Burn your house with your kids in there
Call the folks how? I have been in there
AK in my ceiling there - drop top V, 12 cylinders
Your girl never had Christian Louboutins so I bought her a pair
Really it's not an affair, 'cause she f*cked a millionaire
Mack 10 with a cooler, fool
These f*ck n*ggas with Bullet Wounds
Stitchin' hangin out my britches, you can see this from a distance
I've got Bloods and Crips with 30 clips
Fresh ass n*gga with a dirty pistol
I'm the same n*gga that f*cked your sister
You so broke, can't buy no pistol
I'll buy your b*tch, I'll buy your life
Don't know when, but your mom'll miss you
Every day I'm on driver, n*gga - never catch me in neutral
I ain't doin nothin' in reverse
Well lose you, n*gga, now converse
See the concert of my convert
Got the right plan but the wrong purse
I've got yellow gold, I've got rose gold
I've got pink diamonds like Starburst
I don't rehearse, I don't plan first
That n*gga strong, hook, I called the right person

[Hook: Lil' Wayne]
Yellow bone, b*tt naked
If the p*ssy wack, eject it
Man all my hoes be actin' like detectives
But I don't give a f*ck, and if I did I would give it to you
That rainbow has two colors - rhythm and blues, yeah...
I just hope for the time, my time's only...
Say we runnin' out of time, tell that to a time bomb, yeah
Then she kiss me on my bullet wound
Who are you? 'Cause motherf*cker I'm me
F*ckin' right - and if she say she catchin' that nut, I throw a strike
I can't believe it's b*tter, go get my b*tter knife
Shoot a n*gga twice in case he live a double life
Lil Tunechi, yeah...

[Verse 2: Young Scooter]
Shorty p*ssy wet, the dope drippin' wet
I live a double life, I got a stupid dumb chick
I do the sh*t that rappers do without a rap check
I sh*t on hoes and pour up fours, I got street respect
I'll hit you with that carver, you won't live a double life
I hit you n*ggas last week, so I got double strike
Foreign bad b*tch and she f*ckin' on sight
I go Hublots, I got Rollies, I got ice on top of ice

[Hook: Lil' Wayne]